3
To joy in others’ joy had been her lot,
And now that that was gone she wept to see
How her transcendent beauty overshot
The common aim of all felicity.
For love she sigh’d; and had some peasant rude
For true love’s sake in simple passion woo’d,
Then Psyche had not scorn’d his wife to be.
4
For what is Beauty, if it doth not fire